THE PATHLESS JOURNEY

THE PATHLESS JOURNEY

MY PATHLESS JOURNEY……

I will not worship or accept
the gods made by you all.
They are the projections
of our thoughts, desires, fears
expectations ,dressed with
flowers and jewels, calling them GODS.
The chants are whispering fears,
they sacrifice animals to go to heaven,
I get sacrificed at the altar.
The rhythmical bleeding rips my heart
A drop of ambrosia enough to why quench the thirst
then why this bloody flow from mute animals?
Blind you are , how can you behold the god,
the beauty and ugliness of of living?
You cast the net for Him,
you catch your own shadows
Never your souls you see.
Let me travel alone on this
pathless journey without the burden
of memories of “me” and “I”
Travel yonder where luminous light
shines in the zenith of HIS bosom
and balms me with HIS perfume.

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hurdles

hurdles

Hurdles….

Time sets hurdles adamantly
Yet I gallop to reach you!

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POETIC DRIZZLE

POETIC DRIZZLE

POETIC DRIZZLE………..29 July 2015

1. FIRE…….
A fire which is cool as snow
A fire which is as hot as lava
A fire which ignites imagination
A fire which ships us to HIS abode
Let me get this fire as a gift from HIM.

2. TEARS….

Tears of all are called tears .
No dear, all tears are not same..
Like the whorl of the thumb
each one has a structure different
And my own tears are not same
When I shed tears of joy
when I shed tears of sorrow
when I shed tears of irritation
Onion or chemicals , yes
the tears are different in structure.
tears are not same,He is great
meticulous and scientist divine……

3. MIND….how strange!

Mind travels in one direction.
When I paint, odes
become stranger to me
When I write odes ,
art becomes stranger to me
When I treat patients,
both become stranger to me
When I sit in silence, alone
The world becomes stranger to me.

Seema Devi…….7/29/2015
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THE END OF END

THE END OF END

THE END OF END……1/16/15

Shooting stars on order,
Meteors shower on order
Frozen embryos on order,
Actin partner on order
Sexual pleasure on order
Worship in temple on order.
Beautiful face on order
human parts made to order.
Frozen humans are brought to life ,
Chips in the man
He is not human nor a machine,
Man wants to delay ageing,
Conquer death .
Polluted this heavenly earth,
Dreams of going to other planets
Just to pollute and destroy that.
Oh dear man ,where is the end
of your greed, what
satisfies your senses?
All flora and fauna are
getting extinguished
Climate , unpredictable ,
No pure water to drink
No pure air to breath
No food free from poison
made millions refugees
Earth is shelled with poison weapons
in the name of god
You kill, maim and rape
Talking of human rights
You destroy homes
Temples and schools.
Taken the right of dignified lives
Tell me what else you want?
I sit and cry in a corner
To come to senses I scribble
A few lines with my blood
On the ageing skin of my body.

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MY MUSE

MY MUSE

MY MUSE……6/27/15

Your whispers became
The evening song for my soul
Stars twinkling in the azure lake.
Tranquillity sailed through dreams
When passionate wind cajoles leaves
They tremble to yield flowers.
Butterflies of joy escapes
From my heart like thoughts
From unknown horizons.
The scent from the wood
Painted me in many hues
My smiles merged in stones
Stones turned into beauteous sculptors
With your covert touch my body quiver
Nature is my muse, you my breath!

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